I've been on this earth for 65 years, and I can't remember ever feeling this bad about a political decision. I suppose our disastrous decision to attack Iraq in 2003 comes close, but even then I don't recall such a sense of impending doom as I do the morning.
On Wednesday, along with a fair fraction of the British public, I secured a stash of euros against the possibility of Brexit, yet I can't feel good about it. All I can think is that the far right has scored an unprecedented victory, and soon we will be seeing a government which will make the current lot seem like a bunch of trots. Boris in charge, Gove his captain; the prospect is chilling.
Who is to blame? Is it Cameron and Osborne, whose lack-lustre campaign must have convinced absolutely no one? Or is it Corbyn, who was so unenthusiastic about his endorsement of Remain that nearly all the northern labour heartlands completely ignored him? They are all factors, but I think bottom line it shows the strength in depth of racism in this disgraceful country of ours. Enoch Powell would be proud.
Friday, 24 June 2016
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